Last week, I asked if you all would like to share with me your proposal stories.
And many of you humored me. And I thank you for that.
I am currenty shunning Bimlissa because she did not humor me with her proposal story. I feel that if I know a gal well enough to call her Bimlissa, when her name is actually Melissa, I should at least know her proposal story.
Un-shun.
Bimlissa. I am excited about the upcoming birth of your baby. But I can no longer talk to you. For I know not how you got engaged.
Re-shun.
Ok. Did I lose most of you already?
Moving on.
I am now going to share with you my proposal story.
True.
Not one of you inquired about my story. (whatever) But I will share it with you nevertheless.
For I choose to believe you care.
The Lumberjack, more commonly known as David, and I had been dating for almost a year. We were 18 and 17 at the time, and of course knew everything and were prepared for everything the world would one day throw at us.
We had discussed getting married after I had graduated from college. So, that would mean a 5 year engagement. I was planning on going away to a college a couple of hours away from home. We knew that long-distance relationships always work out swimmingly, so we determined our plan to be solid.
Or not.
We soon decided that the original plan was no longer agreeable to us and decided to expedite the process.
Why? I can’t recall. But, may I remind you that we were 17 and 18, so I am sure our reasons were logical.
I was a senior in high school (gasp!) and so I was hoping that he would propose before I graduated.
You know.
So I could show off my rock to all the silly girls who hadn’t yet gotten themselves engaged and were destined to become old maids.
But, he didn’t.
Darn him.
I could have had a moment, Lumberjack!
I could have had a moment.
On our one year dating anniversary, I was determined that he was going to propose to me. He had a whole day of funtivities planned, but all I cared about was that darn ring.
Turns out I am worldly . . . who knew?!
Well. I can’t even remember all the things we did. All I remember was that we were in his sister’s car (?why?) and everytime we turned a corner, something rattled in the trunk.
If it were present day, I would know that the rattling was coming from the creature living in the trunk.
Interruption: If you missed it, yesterday I revealed that there is something living in my trunk. After an extensive investigation that involved me opening the trunk a second time, I have determined that there is a small colony of mice living in the trunk.
Wonderful.
But this was back in the year 1999, and David told me the sound was coming from my gift.
So, I was a bit miffed. Because I knew a ring could never make that much of a commotion.
Turns out I was kind of a selfish brat back in the day!
Who knew?!
Anyways, out of nowhere, he drives us to a lake and tells me to get out of the car and into his parents’ boat . . . which is conveniently waiting at the dock.
I told him he would be needing to get my present out of the trunk first. But he didn’t listen.
So we hopped into the boat and he drives at breakneck speed to a little bay. I cannot be certain, but I could make a pretty good guess that I was scolding him for being a little too reckless.
I am keen on safety.
He stops the boat suddenly in the bay and gets down on one knee. The boat is rocking like crazy due to the fact that he brought it to a swift stop and created a massive wake.
Safety Check: Should 18-year-olds be driving boats?
He starts his romantic speech.
I ask him if he can wait until the boat stops rocking so badly.
Again.
I am keen on safety.
He grabs my right hand.
I tell him to wait.
He pulls my right hand back, smiles, and says that I don’t understand what he is trying to do.
I tell him I understand completely, but he is not doing it correctly.
Apparently, I am also keen on excellence.
He takes my left hand (thankyouverymuch) and then proposes.
I remember he said something really romantic, but I can’t remember what it was.
Darn it.
But I think I have it written down somewhere.
Hopefully.
Then he drove me to a dock owned by a friend where he had rose petals scattered about, a blanket, candles, food, and wine glasses.
With juice, of course. I mean, we can’t be illegal.
I am keen on rules.
So . . . there you have it!
We got married one year later, after dating for two years.
And even though we got married young, I am glad we did and happy for all our years and memories together.
Happy Tuesday!
*edited, to ease confusion: The mysterious rattling in the trunk was something his sister had in there. We may never know the truth. I guess he had the ring hidden in his pocket or something*
A Happy List
Things that make me happy:
1. Costume earrings.
2. Chatting with a good friend whilst drinking coffee.
Heck.
Even chatting with a mediocre friend whilst drinking coffee.
3. Being able to pretend like I don’t really know what I weigh, seeing as how my scale is acting like a Looney Toon. I gained 10 pounds in one day! I would like to state that, for the record, I had fully recommitted to Weight Watchers again (don’t laugh. I’m serious) on the very day that I mysteriously put on those 10 pounds. So I ate pasta. Then I lost 6 of them, and now I only have one pound more to lose before I am back to my weight from Tuesday.
Such progress!
4. Homeschooling has been going splendiferously!
5. In honor of Mabel, we planted 3 apple trees.
6. Popcorn and a diet soda.
7. The cocoa butter lotion my bosom friend, Amanda, gave to me.
8. Bimlissa is having her baby in 6 days! My soul can barely contain it’s excitement!
9. I had two, count them TWO, friends drive out to my homestead this week.
10. I have lots of cyber-friends who stopped by to say kind words when my heart was so sad.
11. My heart does not feel so terribly sad anymore.
12. Since my husband gets to go hunting, I get to go on a trip to see Bimlissa this winter! Look at me with my “big-girl-flying-on-a-plane-to-a-faraway-land-all-by-myself” pants on!
13. We have had wonderfullly, unusually warm weather this week. I even got frisky and pulled my capris out of the summer box!
14. We are going to MindyLouHoo’s house for dinner tomorrow night! Turns out I might not be so lame after all!
15. We are planning on kicking the snot out of MindyLou and Mr. MindyLou at pinnochle.
16. My husband *should* be home at a reasonable time this evening.
17. There are two, unopened Netflix DVDs on the counter.
18. And a fridge full of Diet Pepsi.
19. And a pantry bearing much popcorn.
20. Handsome Dude has not lost his glasses once since he got his new pair.
21. Green beans. Oh, how I love green beans.
22. And brownies.
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And now, it is time for this week’s COW.
It has been awhile since I did the COW, on account of all of my mourning.
But, here it is!
Since no one ever knows what a COW is, and always assumes I am being rude, I will again reiterate, that the COW is short for the Comment of the Week.
It is a good thing.
It is, however, quite pointless and means nothing in the grand scheme of life.
Yet, COW, we shall!
This week’s winner is Melissa K.
Let us give Melissa K a moment to recover from the thrilling shock.
**Thank you**
Melissa wrote:
I always have to laugh about The Ides of March, because that’s the day my husband proposed to me. On a non-scary downtown street corner, in the rain, under an umbrella, on one knee. So romantic.
But now that I think about it, maybe that’s the reason the photographer (who was concealed in the building across the street to take pictures of said proposal so that I would receive a beautiful framed portrait as a surprise wedding gift) had a malfunction with his camera and all the negatives came back blank. (Insert sob.) Hmmmm…
That is a great proposal story, although it had a tragic ending.
Dear readers.
Would anyone else like to share their proposal story?
Hmmm?
Yes.
Yes you do.
Be brave. Just put it in the comments.
It will be fun!
Do it!
You know . . . for kicks and grins.
Or don’t.
The choice is yours.
Happy Weekend!